02x01 - No One Wants an Argument About Reality

[bunniefuu]

Set portside
jettison. Hit that baby!

We just jettisoned from
the portside airlocks.

We're gonna be home
in six months, baby!

No, the whole point

is to jettison from
the back of the ship

because that's what
pushes you forwards.

You have knocked us off course.

Our new trajectory, eight years.

Don't touch my stuff!

Stand on deck four.
Please report to reception.

Welcome.

Yeah, I have seen the
actual security footage.

- Of you?
- Yes. Yes.

Climbing into a
dumpster like a raccoon?

Like... like an
inebriated, sexy raccoon.

Ooh, my kind of raccoon.

The chicken's good.

- It's not bad, is it?
- Yeah.

When you think that it's
just reconstituted eel protein,

it's actually... It's
actually all right.

But are the portions
getting smaller?

No, I think you're just
eating it from farther away,

so it looks...

But we've got enough for,
like, the next four weeks?

- Definitely.
- Yeah.

We've got beef and chicken
coming out of our ears.

Coming out of our eels, in fact.

Oh, I love it when
you talk eels to me.

- Because I am captain...
- Yeah?

Anything I say is
automatically seductive.

- Hmm.
- Pass the salt.

Oh, yeah, condiment man.

Afraid grandma's
not gonna make it.

Oh, poor grandma.

Honey, I'm filing for divorce.

Oh. I'm sorry. That was...

Captain Blunder
Gob strikes again.

No, no, it's okay.
Ignore my face.

Charles is history. He jumped
ship a long time ago, so...

I'm sorry, I'm just so...

I'm so not match fit
at this kind of thing.

No, you really are.

I made these
waffles this morning.

- And look at that.
- He's so funny.

- You got your batter.
- There he goes.

We got our ice cube
tray for the mold.

Doing recipes out
of bits of his cabin.

And pour the mixture
onto our preheated iron.

- The kids love his show.
- So do I.

- Do you?
- I absolutely love it.

It sounds crazy,
but crazy happens

when you crank up the Frank.

And the kids, I'd love to
get to know them better.

Give them a tour of the ship.

Oh, my God, the
kids would love that.

So maybe this could be
more than four weeks?

I think it could be a lot
more than four weeks.

Yeah.

- I think I should get this.
- Mm-hmm.

Hey, Ryan, uh, this is
just your daily reminder

to tell the passengers
that they're gonna be stuck

on this elegant space
finger for nearly a decade.

It's Matt.

You know, I'm going to
put this on do-not-disturb.

Well, they seem
to be taking it well.

- What?
- Did he tell you?

Uh, no... no, I was just...

- Would you excuse me a moment?
- Sure.

- No, no, no.
- Oh, my God, what is it?

-Duty calls. Duty howls, in fact.
-Thank you.

You have to tell
the truth, Ryan.

Should I use a more
aggressive tack?

Because I find
that British people

often respond better to
abuse than encouragement.

Now, look, Matt,

you telling me that my breath
smells like a cat's back passage

is not gonna make me
tell them any quicker.

Okay, just humor me.

Craptain Ryan, Craptain Lying.

Oh, is this... You've
started, have you?

- Mm-hmm.
- All right.

Yeah, you depressed,
anorexic Santa Claus.

- That's what you are.
- Mm-hmm.

How do you shave
that face of lies?

- I use an electric.
- Yeah?

Well, you're a pissy
little mummy's boy.

- Mummy's boy!
- My mother's dead.

Yes, because she hated
you, so she exploded.

- Hmm.
- Is this getting us anywhere?

- It's not, no, no.
- Okay.

I'll tell you why. Because
if I tell the passengers

that we are stuck up here
for another eight years

and the food is running out,

I'm gonna become the
next all-you-can-eat buffet.

I will tell them when I've
seen the food shortage plan

that Rav is working on.

Ping! Sounds like Rav's
food shortage plan is ready.

Yes, that is exactly what
me being here signifies

and presumably what that
pinging sound was about.

Oh, here's someone who
knows what a long time looks like.

Spike Martin,
come join us please.

Yes, I certainly will.
Totally impromptu.

This is feeling to me
like an intervention.

Ryan, it's time to retract
your head from your ass.

- Don't be afraid of the truth.
- I'm not afraid of the truth.

I'm just afraid of
it leaving my lips.

Check out Frank's
Kitchen every day at 3:00.

It's home cooking,
without the home.

Love that jiggle.

Food's taken a dive.

I had a one-season four
seasons pizza yesterday.

- Winter.
- Ah, the worst.

I like the food being
all the same color.

It's less confusing
for my mouth.

- God, I miss real tomatoes.
- Tell me about it.

- I know, right?
- Tell me about it.

I am so desperate for...

relatable vegetables myself.

I don't know how
you're still eating that.

- You have to stop.
- Well, the good news is,

is we only have to deal
with four more weeks of that.

I mean, Captain Ryan
would've told us if the trip

- is gonna be any longer.
- Yeah.

Unless he has a good
reason not to, which he doesn't.

Not that I'd know.
Why are you asking?

- Isn't this your ship?
- What?

- Isn't this your ship?
- Ship...

Yeah, name only.

You know, you could
just as easily blame

Martin Luther King
for king-sized beds.

- Blame him for kings.
- Or kings.

- Or sizes.
- Can I grab you?

Rav is ready with
the food report

in the boardroom.

That sounds more like
a Ryan kind of thing.

I don't even know where
the, uh, boardroom is.

That's true, I was in
the boardroom once,

and Mr. Judd came
in, and he said,

"Oh, what is this room?"

Um, I'm not good
at whatever this...

Your face... What...
What are you doing?

Nothing. Like my
role on this ship.

Well, I hear that it's good
news and that you will like it.

- I should take that.
- Later.

See you later.

What's the good news?

It's not good news, and
the boardroom is this way.

Don't patronize me, I know
where the f*cking boardroom is.

Oh, my God.

Tomorrow, I'm cooking
steak in a trouser press.

Remember, folks,
anything can be a garnish

if you're brave enough.

Honey, I'm done filming my show!

It's not a show, Frank.

It's you on a video feed
making popcorn with a hairdryer.

God, I've been here for months.

When can I leave this cabin?

You know what? I'm done.

I'm done. It's time
to get out of here.

- What? No!
- Let me go and talk to them.

- Honey, you can't!
- I can just...

I can beg forgiveness.

I can be very, very
humble when I need to be.

Do you remember when I
ran over your sister's foot?

Karen, you knocked us off course
for eight years. They hate you.

- They hate me?
- I...

Hate is such a
strong word. Uh...

Which is why it's so appropriate
for how they feel about you.

Okay?

I have to go bowling with
the guys. I'm going to see

if they're still drawing
your face on the pins.

Hey, I saw you making them
waffles. They looked good.

- Didn't they?
- Yeah.

I'm glad you watched.

We got to get you
watching, man. Come on.

Hey, new faces and some old
ones I haven't seen in so long,

they seem like new ones.

Just stop it, will you?
We're not buying it.

Buying what?

The whole "I don't know
what's going on" thing.

Is there something going on,
Ryan, that I don't know about?

Judd, shut your
bit. Rav, let's hear it.

I've put some
numbers into the model,

and the results are... Whoo!

Relax, nobody's gonna sh**t
you. You're just the messenger.

Oh, I'm sorry, I just get
quite nervous when I'm...

nervous.

That's an eclectic outfit.

Are you trying to, uh,
flummox predators?

All right, well, I
arrived on the ship

with a limited wardrobe,

so I had to borrow a few
items from the deceased.

And technically, it's not
even really borrowing

'cause it's unlikely they'll
want it back. They're...

- Rav, the plan.
- Sorry, yes, okay.

Obviously, we're all aware

of the food and
resources shortage issue.

No.

I'm sorry. I really
am dropping it now.

And so...

The passengers will
be split into two groups.

The first group...

the Guaranteed...

will be fed.

The second group will
be given a chance to...

manifest their own...

destiny...

sealed below deck.

What?

That's it? That's your plan?

That we turn half the
passengers into a screaming,

underfloor heating system?

Oh, this is going to put
a stain on my record.

We would obviously provide
them with some initial supplies,

seeds, sourdough cultures,
a urine filtration system.

And then to benefit
the mental health

of the Guaranteed, we would
cease all communication with...

- the Pioneers.
- "Pioneers"?

What... Pioneers of
what? Pop-up cemeteries?

Okay, if you could just
take some of that rage

and direct it towards the model.

Did you know about this?

I knew that we would have to
make some difficult decisions.

I just didn't know it'd be
explained with stickers.

Why would people do this?

Uh, you said there'd
be no judgement here.

That was before you
suggested industrial slaughter.

I have a question.
What the f*ck?

Look, I don't like this, but
something's got to give.

- It's either die or die.
- I vote against Rav's plan.

Okay, but yeah, let's not
call Rav's plan "Rav's Plan."

- Okay, stop saying "Rav's plan."
- What would you prefer?

"Rav Mulcair's
Festival of m*rder"?

Look, is it not better
that half of us die quickly

than that all of
us starve slowly,

- just to play devil's advocate?
- And that's okay, is it?

Advocating for the devil.
I'm not sure if you're aware,

Matt, but the devil's generally
agreed to be a bad egg.

Well, thanks, Rav.

Turns out it's
not so easy, is it?

Raining blood on
people's dreams?

You're gonna have to tell them

we're not going home
in a month, Ryan.

Yes, that is
something I do know.

Not going to do it. You
can't make me tell them.

I'm going to go and
gargle some bleach now,

so my voice box packs in.

No, that will actually k*ll you.

Added bonus.

If these are the Heavens,
Mr. Judd, are we then gods?

Or stardust returning home?

After a freak accident,
Avenue 5 is stuck in space,

but a new streaming drama
imagining life on the ship

is f*ckin' hella trending.

Iris, turn around. Talk to me.
Let me see your lying face!

Is that what you wanted?

Who are you?

Now, we're gonna
meet a real-life survivor

and all-around girly boss
bad bitch, Iris Kimura.

- Hi, Dawn.
- Come on, some love!

Whoo-hoo! Whoo!

Your cough is the best.

The government has
abandoned us, and we need your...

- Iris, spill the tea.
- Yeah.

Is the real Avenue 5 anything
like this new streaming drama?

Well, the real
captain has a beard.

And, uh, I'm here.

- Yeah.
- You know, not in space, uh...

I don't get it.

But... but more importantly, the
government has abandoned us,

- and we need...
- Don't f*ck off while she's talking.

Stick around. In thirty minutes,

I will be unpacking a suitcase
I found on my driveway.

I love suitcases.

Back to Iris.

Uh, yes, the... the
government has abandoned us,

so we need to fund a...

f*ck the government.

Yes, John-The-Bap-Fist, uh,
I'm here to raise awareness,

- by which I mean money. And...
- Show us your feet.

Really? Are they gonna
keep interrupting every time...

Why are the comms down, Iris?

- I... I don't know.
- Spit it, sister.

Well, because the
comms are down,

- I don't... It's hard to...
- Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

Why doesn't her face move?

I can move my face.

- Show 'em, Iris.
- No.

Do it.

Will she take the cheese
cr*cker challenge then?

- Yes.
- No. No.

How are the passengers
coping with the news

they're stuck for eight years?

Did they freak the f*ck out?

They took it with
dignity, StinkyRick.

I mean, I imagine.
I wasn't there.

And also, the comms are down.

Right, but they know
they're stuck for eight years.

They... they have been told.

Should we do the, uh, just
do the cr*cker challenge now,

- get it over with?
- She wants those crackers.

Question one. If you
could go back in time

and m*rder one
historical figure,

who would it be?

Jay Leno.

I mean, you can only work
with the options you're given.

Mass death or selective death.

There's no vegan
option. I'm sorry.

But I do think we owe
it to the passengers

to prepare them
for the possibility

- that it's gonna be eight years.
- No.

- Let's utterly not do that.
- Yeah, I'm going to.

What the shaved
dickens are you doing?

- Sir, hey.
- No!

We are doing a little
survey of the passengers...

- Hi.
- About what they are

least looking forward
to back on Earth.

There's nothing I'm
not looking forward to.

I hate it up here.
Breathing recycled farts.

Well, that was a
lovely chat. Let's go.

No, no, no. Come on, come on.

Maybe there's a coworker
you work with, right?

Where you think, "Ugh, if
I didn't see that prick again

for eight years, that
would be perfect."

What? Eight years?
That's a crazy number.

Sorry, what is this?

This? This is just a short,
one-question hypothetical.

That was great feedback.

Oh, you want some feedback?

The kettle in my cabin
stopped whistling.

It just splutters like a sea
otter being choked out.

Um, so there's a suggestion box

- on, um, deck five.
- 'Course there is.

- Off you go.
- Thanks.

The dumpling mold is
the pocket of your pants.

Just make sure you're
not wearing the pants.

Hey, Rav, what if we used Frank

to tell the passengers
about the eight years?

Frank, the guy who made
a haggis in a condom?

Yeah, it was delicious.

His show has reach,
right? We could use him

to help the passengers acclimate
to the coming blunder-f*ck.

-Sorry about earlier
-Which earlier?

Yeah, good point.
All of them, I suppose.

Everything all
right with the eels?

Apart from the fact that we
get all our food from them.

Yeah, they're still not
reproducing at the rate

that we need them to,

so we may have to
stimulate reproduction.

Manually? Like... Like
they do with horses?

Yeah, not totally
out of the question.

No, I would say that it is,

but that's because I'd always
imagined my fate hinging

on something nobler
than w*nk*ng an eel.

But there you go.

Life is pain.

I've got to go and
tell the passengers.

- You're what?
- Yep.

I'm going to tell them that
we're not going to get home

- for eight years.
- Really?

You're gonna do it? You...
You... You're gonna tell them?

I am resisting with
every fiber of my being,

which is how I know
it's the right thing to do.

Wow, that could be a mob.

Sweetie, you should
go hide in the bathroom.

Nice. Put the troll
back in the cave.

- Hi.
- Hey.

Bit of an urgent situation.

We were wondering if you would
do some public outreach work

for us on your show.

Consider it done, of
course. Yeah, happy to.

- Well, thank you.
- Yeah, um...

Hold on, why would
you wanna use Frank?

- Oh, God.
- I mean, his audience must be tiny,

and I'm guessing most of
them watch it on mute, so...

All right, sweetie,
why don't you

maybe go take a nap or
write in your penance journal.

Okay?

Okay, the... The
passengers love Frank,

so we can use that
to tell the people

that it's gonna be eight
years till we're back to Earth.

Everyone knows we're
eight years from Earth.

I mean, why would
you pick at that scab?

Exactly, that's why we
need Frank to soften...

- Wait, sorry.
- I'm sorry?

- You think the passengers know?
- Of course they know.

That's why Frank's
bricked me up in here,

- 'cause everybody blames me.
- Oh, my God.

- Hmm.
- You kept her in here?

Uh, kept... kept is...
That's a strong word.

It's... it's like a shrouding.

Wait a minute.

The passengers don't know?
Ryan hasn't told them yet?

No, they think we're four
weeks from Earth because of you.

Karen, you could be
out there living like a GI

who liberated Paris right
now with garlands of flowers

and multiple STDs.

You told me

that I couldn't leave the cabin
because the passengers wanted

to use my sphincter
as a hockey puck.

- Ooh.
- I was protecting her.

It's like, you know,

sometimes the best way
of protecting someone

- is by subjugating them.
- Oh, Frank.

Okay, but, Frank, the vow is
"to have and to hold," right?

- Not "hold hostage."
- It's always the quiet ones.

I just had the chance to be me.

- What?
- I know now that that was wrong.

I have to tell these
guys the truth.

- Everybody needs to know.
- No! No, no, no.

No, look, I don't
deal well with chaos!

Um, please, can somebody
get me a weighted blanket

and a red inhaler?

You're gonna be
inhaling my red fist...

if somebody doesn't
bring me Captain Ryan

- right here, right now!
- Help.

Wow, I am so proud of you.

Well, that's a first.

Yeah, it's like watching
my child learn how to walk.

But how you gonna tell 'em?

Uh, I was thinking very badly.

No, no, no. Come on.
You're gonna be great.

You want to rehearse
the whole thing with me?

No thanks. You don't rehearse
expelling kidney stones.

No, I just, uh, I've got to
go in there and just do it.

Yes. You just got to do it.
You just got to take the leap,

- and you got to just do it!
- I'm going to do it!

You tell the truth, and
you make me proud!

- I'm gonna make myself proud.
- Yes.

I'm gonna confront
all my weaknesses.

All previous wrongs
will be corrected.

Karen has entered the game.

After I've dealt with this.

- What is it, Iris?
- Is this love? What we have?

If love is mostly darkness, yes.

Oh.

Uh, we saw the interview.

Fun, right?

You don't think the lighting
made me look severe?

- Uh...
- Yeah, just put it down there.

Can I help you?

Uh, no, I'm good.

Oh, God, that is...
That is well gone.

Get me a ginger
snap and an update.

Okay, take the science
project and go home.

I say home. I assume wherever
you sleep has a license plate.

Okay, first up, I'm here to fix
the delay with the ship's comms.

I like the delay.

This is an algorithm generator.
It analyses your chat profile

to accurately predict
what you're going to say,

and then says it.

All you need is a big
enough user data set.

So, if you'd pass
me your tablet?

- Under no circumstances.
- Okay, give me your tablet.

Absolutely. There you are.

What are you...

See, it now knows
enough about Alan

to predict how he'll
respond in any situation.

Try it. Have a chat.

I don't chat with Alan.

Oh, go on. Cross
something off your bucket list.

Hi.

That's it? Hi?

How are you?

Uh, nervous.

Anything else to
say for yourself?

Yes. Can I go now?

That was uncanny.

Except I would have
started with "Can I go now?"

Right.

What is that,
your victim's ears?

Ah, there it is.

You're from the Office
of the Other President?

TOTOPOTUS, yeah.
You'd think I'd buy a nicer tie.

I'm just, uh, accessing
the ship's comms.

- Uh, uh, no...
- Um...

Yep. As I thought.

Someone, I'm guessing you
and Judd, turned off comms.

You're not authorized
to think that.

So those passengers, they
don't know they're marooned

in space for eight years.
Well, this is a ball ache.

I think you need
to go, now, to hell.

On behalf of TOTOPOTUS,

I'm commandeering
your operation.

The room is ours.

Uh...

- Up, up, up.
- No, no.

Yeah, just, uh,
harvest it. Take it all.

Hey! Those are our wires!
You don't deserve them!

Oh, no, they're mine now.

And I'm reopening
comms with Avenue 5.

So you've got 30
minutes until showtime.

And this is the bridge, I think.

I don't actually know. I've
never been here before.

Oh. What's the maximum
speed of this craft?

Good question.
What a good question.

And one I wish I could
answer, but I feel like it would be

culturally insensitive
to our captain,

Captain Ryan, who is in charge
of this ship and this voyage

and any changes that
happen to the voyage

that cannot be known by
us, or specifically by me.

- Okay? You getting all that?
- I think so.

What is that? What do...

How do I get rid of this?

- Iris?
- It's me.

Got some new
tech to fix the delay.

Predicts your speech by
collating everything you ever said,

then predicts what
you're gonna say.

Cool. Um, how much money
do I have left? Please say lots.

You have enough
to eat. Be happy.

Welcome back, Iris.

Restoring smart-seat
to your default settings.

Are you calling
me from the toilet?

When I do that, I'm
a g*dd*mn animal.

The Office of the Other POTUS
know we've been blocking the comms.

What?

They're switching them back on.

And I'm calling you
from, not during.

Your pH levels are normal.

Oh, that's ironic,

since you're kind of
acidic as a person.

Wait. You've been
blocking the comms?

Ryan needs to tell everyone

they're stuck up
there for eight years.

We're not almost home?

Oh, sh*t, she's not
supposed to know that.

Oh, that's not me confirming
the information, by the way.

But they need to be
told in a sensitive way.

That's great. You
mean like this?

Hey, Cap! When we're home,

I'm getting a tattoo
of you on my glute.

That is so humbling.

Hey. Whoa, Captain,
where's the fire?

Uh... Oh, Spike, can
you give these guys

a VIP tour of the bridge?
Would that be okay?

For sure. Come on.
Let's go eat space!

Are you delegating
spending time with us?

- No.
- Yeah.

Spike is the best...

that we have.

She said eight years.

No, I think you misheard.
I believe she said eight...

Eight ears. She had eight ears.

His English is not good English.

I heard what she
said, and that wasn't it.

She's a hologram. She's
not a real person, by definition.

- Okay, but I definitely heard her say...
- She's not a real person.

You guys don't want to watch
an argument about reality.

- Let's check out something cooler.
- Is there gonna be a fight?

Well, if there is, we
do not have tickets.

Hey, kids, how about some
hot chocolate with sprinkles?

Hmm? Man, I wish we had some.

Ryan, is it true?

That nobody knows
we're here for eight years?

See, I... I thought I was
doing the passengers a service.

They've had five months

in a state of
blissful ignorance.

How could you do that to me

after all we've been
through together?

We haven't been
through anything together.

Exactly.

You are a small, small man.

And I am going to grate you...

like a nutmeg.

Honey, what are you... No, no!

- Um, do something.
- Nah, um...

No!

- No, no.
- Go on. You're a captain.

If you can marry people,
you can restrain them as well.

That's... None of that.
No, Karen, Karen, Karen.

Oh!

- Foot!
- Eff your foot.

Dig deep, sister.
This is your time.

- Whose side are you on?
- The winner's.

Always the winner's.

Do we have any tranquilizers?
She needs tranq-ing!

Let this take place.
This needs to happen.

Karen, don't... don't...

He trapped me, Ryan,
like a hog in a pen.

Is she crying or orgasming?

Is she asleep?

Just stay focused
because there may be

an anaconda squeeze coming.

Okay, kids, uh, listen,

same rules as
life drawing class.

You look, don't touch.

Well, I like what you've
done with the place,

which seems to
be to cover it in dirt.

Yeah, we're going for
a subtle layered look.

Uh, guys? Spike?

I didn't know we were
running a daycare.

No, actually, the
captain organized us

a little tour, so...

Oh, that's... They're playing
with all the buttons. Nope.

No, no, no. No.

She's locked it.

- Oh, like when you locked Daddy's car, remember?
- Right.

And she's... What?
She... she's...

- She switched our course.
- She's what?

She switched our course.

- Where to?
- She's...

Still Earth. Please
say still Earth.

Is it "bad" bad?

No, Spike, it is
much, much worse.

Okay, I think we're gonna
go, so let's say thank you.

- Thanks.
- Thank you. Gracias.

Thanks, kids! See you in hell!

This is exactly why
I don't want children!

Can we use, uh,
the old fuel-burn...

- Uh...
- get back in the old course?

Uh, well, we've got...
That's six fuel burns left.

So, we use one to get back...

No, we'll be 400 years old
by the time we get home.

We're just gonna have
to go with the new course.

There he is. Ryan! Hey!

Ryan! Ryan! Ryan! Ryan!

- Four more weeks!
- Okay, okay.

- Four more weeks!
- All right, all right.

All right, look. Ladies
and gentlemen,

I do have an announcement.

Uh, it appears that we
may not be returning

to Earth for a considerable
number of months.

Oh! See? You see?

How long have you
known that, you bag of sh*t?

We're heading towards the Sun!

We're headed towards the Sun.

- What?
- That's the spirit!

Whoo! We're heading for the Sun!

Walking on sunshine, baby!

No, no, no. It's not
a... A euphemism.

We are actually heading
towards the actual Sun.

Oh, f*ck.

What do you mean,
the... You mean the Sun?

-Yes, the...
-The hot one? The one in the sky?

- That one?
- Yes, that one. Yes.

We're heading for the Sun!

Look, can we just...

Can we just park the
Sun news momentarily?

I realize that's
a big ask, but...

What else have you been keeping
from us, you preppy cocksucker?

You drove us into the Sun!

- That was not me!
- How could you miss it?

Spike! 'Cause Spike
was at the wheel.

- I'm no snitch, but, uh...
- It was my sister's fault!

Raf, cállate!

Your kids are gonna k*ll us!

Get that stunted
sh*t out of the ship!

Lock her up!

I always knew I'd
be k*lled by a child.

Look, look, whatever...
Whatever happens,

I promise you
everything will be okay.

Warning.

Warning. Warning. Warning.

Oh, sh*t. We should
probably, um...

- Take a cold shower?
- No.

- No?
- No. Run.

Uh, there's a real
language barrier here.

I promise you, I... your safety,

the safety of your kids,
is my number one priority.

Oh, you're our hero.

- Who are you?
- I'm Charles.

I'm just her husband.

And I... I hope I'm
your top priority as well.

You... you said he jumped ship.

I mean, not literally.

I... I'm sorry. I should've...
I should have told you.

Wow. You are both so spineless.

The sex must be amazing.

Come on, kids.

So, um, we are gonna
have a conversation. Yes?

- Huh?
- Yes.

Well, I am glad that you
finally know about Charles

because... really,
that was k*lling us.

What do you mean "us"? What us?

Why didn't you tell me?

Oh, please,
pot-calling-kettle-f*ck.

You didn't tell the passengers

that we're up here
for eight years.

I was doing it! What did
you think I was doing?

Yeah, but you didn't
quite manage it,

- did you? We all have secrets.
- I was doing it

when you came running
in with this whole Sun thing.

Hello, Avenue 5!
This is mission control.

Comms are back up.
Is everything okay?

Yeah. Everything's fine.

Just one small issue.

Okay. Everyone here has
your best interests at heart.

Mission control. Families.
The list is endless.

All right. That's enough.

Did he say "small
issue"? What small issue?

Well, I guess
it's space-related.

Okay, you two, can we
lose Hansel and Gretel?

Tut, tut, tut.

You can stay.

A dangerous situation

is being taken under control.

Warning. Do not
panic. Stay calm.

A dangerous situation is
being taken under control.

Warning. Warning.

Stay calm. A dangerous
situation is being...